The Rose

Some say love it is a river
That drowns tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a hunger
That endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
And you it's only seed

It's the heart afriad of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream afriad of waking
That never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
Who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose